PRINT September 1970




I wondered how long it would be till somebody like Sid Geist recollected some tasty memoirs, however incomplete, about dear old obstinate Ossip Zadkine (June).

In 1948, when I met Ken Noland at the Residence Jeanne on Rue Stanislas over escargots, he said “Hey, you ought to go see Zadkine!” I did. And then there were seven of us studying privately with him on the Notre Dame des Champs—Paul England, Hugh Townley, Tajiri, Bob Thomas, myself, Ken, and another cute cuddly Southern kid that “graduated,” Henri Laurens.

Those were indeed marvelous days of passionate work and commitment. We adored, hated, feared and respected Zadkine. I made him fall backwards into the clay pit one day in astonishment over the fact that I wanted to make book ends. Ken Noland and Ossip had this terrible thing going where they would walk out on each other like newlyweds in a huff, and in total exasperation, wait

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